Challenge 581 - On your own

[m_findlow]

Title: On your own
Author: m_findlow
Characters: Jack, Owen
Rating: PG
Challenge: 581 - Mistake at tw100
Notes: Owen's team spirit is somewhat lacking. A double drabble.

'Are you going to help me with this body?' Jack asked, having just finished zipping up the body bag and grabbing the top half in his arms.

'Looks like you've got it sorted,' Owen replied. 'Besides,' he said, 'I was off the clock an hour ago.'

Jack grunted under the weight inside the bag, needing a second pair of hands to grab the lower half. He just had to get it into the morgue lift, but the short distance suddenly felt like miles. The alien was built like a Welsh rugby player. 'I hate to break it to you, Owen, but we don't have a punch card system around here.'

'I autopsy the bodies around here. What happens to them afterwards is not my problem.'

'And we both know Ianto's off sick, so it's not going anywhere on its own.'

Owen folded his arms. 'Sorry, but you seem to have mistaken me for someone who gives a crap.'

Jack let  the bag drop to the floor. 'Fine. In that case I'm clocking off to go drop off some soup for Ianto. The body can stay here until you move it. It's only your workspace that's going to get stunk out.'